If it's going to take that to chase away the look of doubt that's plastered all over her expression, I'll give her what she wants. "He's the same height as me, blonde hair, full beard, really nice brown eyes."
"What the hell is going on here?" The low rumble of a deeply seductive voice asks from behind me.
"Mr. Kent." The woman next to me turns quickly. "This young woman is here looking for … well, sir, I think I'll let her explain why she's here."
Mr. Kent? The voice I just heard isn't the same one that invited me up to that hotel room last night. I turn around.
Dark brown hair, blue eyes, a smooth chiselled jaw and a face so handsome that women must stop and stare when he passes them by. I know I would. I can't tear my gaze from him now.
"I'm Griffin Kent," he says smoothly as he nears me. "And you are?"
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Preview of THIRST
A Standalone Novel
Do you see what I see? I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance.
When I moved into this rundown apartment, I knew I'd get used to the six flights of stairs, the broken radiator, and the squeaky floors. I didn't know I'd grow accustomed to the lustful stares of the gorgeous man who lives in the building next to mine.
He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before.
I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him.
It’s innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors. That’s when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night with his gaze cast on me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands.
Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it. I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both?
*Author's Note: Although a few characters from my past books make appearances in THIRST, it's not necessary to read any of my other books to enjoy this sexy standalone.
Chapter 1
Dexie
“I don’t understand why you haven’t invested in window coverings for this place.”
I turn to see my friend, Sophia Wolf, standing at one of the many windows of new apartment.
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?I like the light,” I answer quickly. “Besides, the landlord said that he’d eventually get around to adding blinds. The man is busy and I don’t want to keep bothering him about it.”
“You pay rent which means it’s his job to keep you happy.”
Spoken from the lips of a woman who lives in a beautiful apartment with her novelist husband and daughter.
“Don’t worry about it, Sophia.” I place another cardboard box on the kitchen counter. “I really like this place. I have a lot more room to work on my purses and the rent is cheaper than the last place.”
“I can’t argue with that.” She takes in the large open space. “Are you thinking of setting up your workstation over there?”
I haven’t given it any serious thought yet because my time is limited. I work full-time in the marketing department for a cosmetics company and part-time helping Sophia with her clothing line.
My purse design business has yet to take off but I’m working on changing that. I’ve put out some feelers to try and find a private investor for my company.
Supplies aren’t cheap and even though I have a steady stream of customers willing to pay for my one-of-a-kind handmade purses, it’s not enough cash inflow to take my business to the next level.
“I’m going to get all my stuff in and then I’ll figure that out.”